This is a song about "Popin the coppa"

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I can only imagine

The bigger the the fun

Here's the answer and the antidote:

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Where the fuck the chorus

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose